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jkbabiey · 2 years

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Rock Bottom | PJM

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU

⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS

⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K

⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her

⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3

You loved Jimin with all your heart.

You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.

Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.

Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.

So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.

You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.

All for Jimin.

At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.

At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.

At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.

"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"

"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."

Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.

You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.

Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.

Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.

Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."

"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.

"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.

"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.

You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Wha-"

"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.

Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.

"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"

Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"

"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"

"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.

"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."

"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."

"Y/N, please-"

"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"

"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"

"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"

"I know that-"

"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.

"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.

Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.

You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.

“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“

“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.

“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.

“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"

"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.

"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.

"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"

You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."

"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.

"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.

You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.

But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.

It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.

"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."

It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.

"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."

And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."

"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."

"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.

"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.

You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.

Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.

"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.

"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.

And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.

Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.

Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”

“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.

“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.

Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.

"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.

"I love yo-"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.

"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."

"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.

"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.

"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.

"If you faint, I will kill you."

"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."

You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.

"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."

Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.

He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.

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xddaengx · 2 years

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The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre: fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement.

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds.

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph.

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot.

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face.

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer.

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft.

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in.

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest.

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions.

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway.

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit.

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre.

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours.

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his.

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner.

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications.

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation.

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open.

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital.

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful.

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery.

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections.

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows.

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair.

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie.

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in.

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face.

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well.

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it.

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift. “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower.

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water.

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline.

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head.

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo.

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head.

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge.

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed.

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later.

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor.

“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages.

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom.

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning.

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread.

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news.

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue.

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining.

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words.

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps.

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship.

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement.

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear.

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire.

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project.

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation.

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.”

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret.

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder.

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face.

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article.

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone.

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues.

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side.

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.”

Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group.

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring.

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public.

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight.

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze.

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter.

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger.

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened.

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture.

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face.

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs.

This you could get used to.

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Title: In The Lonely Hour (M)

Genre: Husband! Jungkook, Wife! Reader, lovers to strangers!, CEO! Jungkook, Doctor! Reader, flashbacks, established relationship, cheating, fluff, angst, small part of smut and reader x surprise

Summary: The perfect couple on screen and the flashes captured all the smiles but they couldn’t see the broken heart she carries. Every Night she was left alone as he “worked” late but she knew he was “working” hard with the assistant he just hired. She convinces him to get divorce for losing feelings for each other but she decides to keep a big secret from him. A secret that changes her life but doesn’t touch his, until now.

Warning: Mentions of cheating, cheating, sex scene, car accident, hospital, insecurities, angst, fluff and romance

There was a moment when I thought I knew everything. Well...I thought I knew everything about you. The way you always held me made me feel safe and everything just made sense. Your chocolate eyes told me everything I needed to know...apparently, I missed the warning they were giving me. Maybe I’m just not enough but you made me realize my deepest fear...

“Mrs. Jeon! Over here!”

She turned towards the reporter and gave out her award-winning smile. Everyone in the city spoke about her smile, saying it was the top of the top. They said it was the smile that some actresses wished they had but little did they know, Jeon Y/N was an actress herself. She walked up to some of the reporters and one of them threw a question that was the main question of her life, “Mrs. Jeon, where is your husband?”

“He’s working on a big project. I heard it's for a park, keep an eye out for that.”

“How is it working during these hard times?”

Y/N smiled at them and let out a small laugh, “I love being a doctor. Even though my hospital is backed up right now, that doesn’t mean it's all bad. We’re doing our hardest to ease the tension.”

“Mrs. Jeon, what about Park Chanyeol? There were rumors you had lunch with him recently, any comment?”

“Park Chanyeol and I have had no communication lately. We are good friends but I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Mrs. Jeon, can you send a message to your husband?”

Irritated. That’s how she felt when she heard that question but she had to put on a face to make sure everything went well. She looked into the camera and gave the fakest smile that she could muster at the moment, “Neh, Jungkook~. I hope you're working hard tonight, I know you are.”

She bowed at the reporters and when she walked away her smile dropped into a frown when her back was towards them, “I know you are...”

She made her way inside the big venue and she sat in the front row. With the cameras flashing on her skin, the fake laughs she clearly did went unnoticed. They only cared for her beauty and charm, nothing more. When they finally left, she took her phone and she wasn’t shocked to see any messages. After all, her husband was “busy”.

“Y/N?”

She turned her head and she smiled when she saw Oh Sehun (her close friend since she was a child), “Sehun...my savior.”

He let out a deep chuckle and sat next to her, “He couldn’t make it?”

She frowned at this and shook her head, “You know why....”

“Y/N, when are you gonna leave him?”

She sighed and looked down at her hands, “I-I...I just need more time.”

“Jungkook has been cheating on you for years...I just want you to be happy.”

“I know. I just need more time, okay.”

The conversation about Jungkook ended and Y/N’s thoughts only created false hope. She’s been with Jungkook her whole life, he was the only thing she knew. The only person that gave her love but that was only in the beginning. Now all she felt was agony whenever he touched her hands or even talked to her.

Jeon Y/N or formally L/N Y/N, she was born into a loving (rich) family. Nothing really happened in her family, it was the perfect family. She was close with her parents and her brother was her best friend, what more could you ask for? She was also on top of her classes and was popular throughout her college, which is where she met Jungkook.

It was final days, Y/N was in the library studying when Sehun sat next to her with a pout. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as she let out a small laugh, “What’s up with you?”

“My best friend is in the library when there’s a football game.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to writing her notes, “You know I don’t care about sports.”

“It's the final game and we're seniors. You've never been to a football game, can you come with me?”

“What's in it for me?”

Sehun scoffed at her and rolled his eyes, “Memories. Just come with me.”

“Fine. Let me drop my stuff at my dorm.”

“Really!? Okay, oh Y/N I’m so excited.”

They walked to her dorm together and she heard everyone around her talking about the star quarterback, Jeon Jungkook. She’s heard of him but she didn’t really know what he looked like. She never really bothered with getting to know him when she was focused on her studies. They walked into the loud stadium and Y/N flinched at how loud it was. Sehun led her toward the front and she saw the rest of their friends in their school colors. She smiled at this looking out towards the field.

Sehun saw her looking and leaned down, “That’s the quarterback everyone is talking about, Jungkook. He’s in the same year as us, he's like a prodigy apparently.”

“Good for him...”

“The person next to him is Kim Taehyung, that's his best friend.”

She nodded her head and let out a small laugh, “Do you just know the whole team?”

“It’s kinda hard not to know them.”

“I guess...I’m sure they’ll do good though.”

She watched the quarterback walk into the middle of the field and their eyes locked on each other. He was very handsome, she couldn’t lie about that. He sent a small wave to her and she looked behind her with confusion. When she looked back at him, she pointed to herself. He let out a small laugh and nodded his head. She sent him a small wave and his bunny smile captured her heart. Oh if she could only go back to that happy time before.

She looked around at everyone that was smiling knowing the next award was for Jungkook. She closed her eyes trying to think of good things to say about him, but so far it wasn’t working. She tried to picture herself eight years ago, when she was in love with him. The man who he was before everything turned into shit. When he knew what being loyal was.

“The top CEO of this year belongs to....Jeon Jungkook!!”

She gave the camera a smile before standing up and clapping her hands. She turned around bowing to everyone before making her way to the stage. She gently took the award and she had to stop herself from throwing it on the ground. She went towards the microphone and let out a nervous laugh, “Thank you for voting my husband for this prestigious award. My husband works so hard and I’m so glad you guys can see it with your own eyes. It makes me so proud to be...to be his wife. Thank you so much, my husband is probably crying out in pleasure in his office because of this award. Thank you again.”

Everyone started clapping their hands and she bowed at everyone as her grip on the award tightened. She walked off the stage heading backstage to take pictures for the press. Once that was done, Sehun was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She sighed and walked to him, “I’m ready to leave this place.”

“I was about to ask that. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

That night, Sehun took her out to her favorite chicken place and everything felt normal. It wasn’t until she realized she still had to go home. She hated going home. It didn’t even feel like a home, it was just a nice house with expensive furniture within it. The drive back home was faster than she wanted it and before she could get out of the car, Sehun grabbed her wrist, “You could always stay at my place or even Chanyeol’s-”

“I’ll be okay. He’s probably at that whore’s house. I’ll be alone...it's better than him being here with me.”

Sehun frowned at this and nodded his head, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure...thank you for always caring about me. I appreciate it.”

“Always. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Sehun.”

She watched the car leave her driveway and she let out a small sigh. She turned around and the giant house welcomed her but it wasn’t a warm one. She walked into her house and the darkness welcomed her, something she was used to. She went up the marble stairs as her heels echoed through the house. She made it to her room well, their room. Might as well be called her room at this point.

She placed the award on his side and walked away from it. Just looking at the piece of metal was causing more heart troubles. She got out of her gown putting on her sweats. She glanced out the window smiling when she saw the stars keeping her company tonight. She took her phone out and let out a chuckle, no messages.

She stood in her office reading over the reports, when someone entered. She looked up from her desk as a wave of nerves (the good kind) came her way. Kim Seokjin stood there with his hair sleeked back with a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, it made her heart beat faster. He gave her a small smile and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry but I have to give you another report, Y/N.”

She nodded her head mentally slapping herself for being shy right now. She let out a small cough and stood up from her desk to go over to him. She gently took the folder from him and gave him a nervous smile, “T-Thanks, Dr. Kim.”

“Neh, Y/N, I told you to call me Jin.”

God damn it that's right, “I-I’m sorry, I forgot... hahaha.”

“Oh, by the way...you looked beautiful last night on tv.”

If she had water in her mouth, it would’ve been spat out. She felt her face turning red and she scratched the back of her neck, “Thank you...I try my best with looking good.”

He let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You don’t need to try...I’ll see you at lunch.”

She blinked her eyes at him as she watched him leave her office. She felt like a school girl hearing the older man say that to her. She had a small crush on Seokjin, it was hard not to. Everyone in the office talked about him because he was handsome, kind and charming, everything a man should be. Jin actually recommended her to the hospital, she remembers him saying that she was the best of the best. Ever since then, she had a crush on him. A married woman having a crush should be seen as a sin but she didn’t see herself as a married woman anymore.

She went to sit back at her desk when her cellphone started buzzing in her pocket. She took her phone out and all the joy she had was sucked out of her when she saw the caller Id. She answered the phone, “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone to your husband?”

“Yes.” She walked back to her desk and sat in her chair as she looked down at the folder. She smiled to herself but it quickly disappeared when she heard his voice again.

“I need the house tonight.”

“Why? So you can fuck Abby or whatever her name is?”

“Her name is Rue and no. I just want to be by myself.”

“I haven’t seen you in like a month...” Yes, she hated him but she also missed him. She missed what they had and even though it's idiotic, she had hoped things would go back. Things would never be normal between them but she just wanted to feel something with him again...instead of being disappointed.

“Well, you can see me tomorrow if you want.”

She sighed to herself and set the folder on her desk, “Whatever you want...I’ll stay at Chanyeol or Sehun’s house.”

“You still talk to them?”

“If you paid attention to your so-called wife then you would know I do.”

“You're overreacting. Anyways, since you miss me so much, we can have dinner tomorrow.”

“Whatever...”

She removed her phone from her ear, rolling her eyes. She was annoyed at him but more at herself. She hated how her heart still yearns for him but she knew it was because she missed how things were. She wasn’t in love with him anymore, she knew that much. She just feels like she had to stay in this marriage to prove to everyone that Jungkook wasn’t bad. It was mostly for herself...she didn’t want to look an idiot.

During lunch, she sat with Sehun and Chanyeol as they gave her a sad look. The same sad look that made her feel worthless. Sehun didn’t say anything (she already knew how he felt) but Chanyeol didn’t stop himself, “Y/N...are you sure going to dinner with him tomorrow is good?”

She wiped her mouth and took a sip of her water, “I mean...it would be good to see him. Just to know how things are.”

Chanyeol shook his head at this, “This isn’t good for you.”

“I know but...I just-”

“Because you're scared to get a divorce. You're scared that once you get the divorce that no one would want you.”

She didn’t say anything. She took another bite of her food and she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up and her face turned red when saw Jin smiling at her, “I was wondering if we could hang out.”

She swallowed her food and pointed to herself, “Me?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah...I missed hanging out with you.”

She blinked her eyes and nodded her head, “Y-Yeah...I would love that.” She glanced at Sehun and Chanyeol who were eating food, avoiding her eyes. She picked up her lunch bag and smiled at him, “Alright show me the way.”

They headed towards his office and she ignored all the eyes that looked at them. She entered his office and sat down as he did the same. He gave her another smile but it felt different from the others. She placed her lunch on the dark wood and before she could grab her fork, Jin placed his hand on top of hers. She looked up at him with a surprised look but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N...I’m worried about you.”

“Oh? Why?”

He sighed and lifted his hand off of her. He gave her a look that made her feel like he truly cared for her (something she wasn’t used to), “Jungkook...you deserve so much better. You always help him while he doesn’t do anything for you. It’s not fair and I’m tired of seeing you get hurt because of him. You deserve better.”

She looked away not wanting him to see tears building up in her eyes but he saw it. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, “I have no idea what you're talking about...Jin.”

“You do. Rue has told me everything.”

Her eyes opened widely and turned her head to look at Jin with a shock look, “H-How do-”

“She’s my very confused little sister. I’m very angry at her for doing this and ten times angrier when I found out it was you.”

“Y-Your sister?”

“Sadly yes...well step sister but sister nonetheless. Y/N, are you okay? Don’t tell lies.”

She looked down at her food and shook her head, “I’m f-fine. I-I need to go.”

She got up from the chair in a flash and ran out the room. It happened so fast that Jin couldn’t process what happened. She ran into the bathroom and went inside the stall. She sat on top of the toilet as she started sobbing, not caring if anyone heard. It echoed through the room and the white tiles memorized her crying. She clenched her chest as she leaned forward, hoping it would make her feel better. Why can’t he pick her? She’s done so much for him but it was as if he didn’t care and she hated that she cared about that. When will it be her turn to be happy?

Y/N stared at Jungkook with a blank expression as tears fell down her face, “I-I don’t understand.”

He sighed and crossed his arms at her, as if she was stupid. He leaned against the wall and looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes, “I said we have an open relationship.”

“S-Since when?”

“Since now. I met someone and she's my secretary. I still need you though.”

She was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or do. She couldn’t google what to do when your husband comes home to tell you this. She continued to stare at him with the blank expression, “What’s her name.”

“Kim Rue.” She nodded her head and stood up from the bed. She grabbed her purse and walked out as he watched with a raised eyebrow, “Where are you going?”

“Fuck off.”

It felt surreal. He was in front of her, eating dinner with her. He wasn’t focused on his phone or on another girl, he was focused on her. They were eating dinner at the restaurant that Jungkook proposed to her. It felt so long ago, that it felt like a myth at this point. She didn’t even know why she agreed to this. Sehun didn’t give her his two cents but instead comforted her through the night as she cried. She picked up her wine and looked at him through the clear glass. He still looked so handsome even when he committed sin. Sin that should rip his heart out as he cried out in pain instead of her.

He dropped his fork and gave her a smile (an ugly smile now), "How's the hospital?”

“Good.”

“How-”

“Why did you invite me to this? You have Rue.”

He sighed and looked down at the white cloth before looking back at her, “I need a public outing with my wife.”

She raised her eyebrow and looked around the restaurant. Her eyes landed on the paparazzi that was clearly trying to hide themselves. She sighed and shook her head, “Could’ve told me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“So I could muster a fake smile with you.”

He scoffed at this and took a sip of his drink, “We both know you still love me. So stop acting, come on, let's have a good night. Like old times?”

“You make me sick.”

“Don’t act like that now. You used to love me teasing you.”

“I used to love a lot about you but time has changed.”

She took another sip of her wine and he rolled his eyes at her. He took out a velvet box and pushed it towards her with a gentle smile (the smile that meant so much to her). She glanced down at the box and then at him with a raised eyebrow, making him laugh, “It’s for you. For accepting that award.”

“I’m not a dog. You don’t reward me when I do something.”

“Fucking christ, just accept it.”

She sighed and took the box. She slowly opened it and she let out a small scoff. She glanced at him and smiled (knowing the camera was pointing at her). She leaned forward placing her hand on top of his but her eyes held nothing, “This isn’t my birthstone, asshole.”

“You were born in November? Right?”

“No, I was born in fucking March. Unbelieveable."

She pulled back from him and took out the necklace. It was beautiful but she knew he was thinking of someone else when he got it. She had to wear the necklace, it was for the cameras and she didn’t want him to look bad. She didn’t understand herself. She hated what he did to her but she didn’t want him to look bad, it wasn’t in her nature. Maybe she was naive or even stupid but she wasn’t going to stoop to his level.

She placed the necklace on and gave him a fake smile (not the cameras would know), “Thanks...”

She picked up her wine and took a longer sip as Jungkook watched with a look that she couldn’t decipher. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I’m sorry Y/N...I really wanted to get you something. I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me and I couldn’t even do anything for you. I’m sorry.”

She choked on her wine. He was apologizing? He hasn’t done that since the beginning of their relationship but here he was looking bad. She placed her glass back on the table and tilted her head at him, “What are you playing at?”

“I do feel bad...I haven’t been there for you. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve the title of being your husband.”

She was shocked and even that was an understatement. In the three years of him being with Rue, he had never acknowledged his wrong doings. She was convinced that he didn’t even think what he was doing was wrong. She sat there staring at him with pure shocked cause what the fuck was happening right now? She let out a small cough and looked away from his intense eyes, “W-What do you mean?”

“I want to treat you like my wife...if you let me.”

She blinked her eyes at him and pinched her arm. When she realized that this was real life, she had no idea what to do. He was looking at her the same way he used to and it honestly made her feel happy. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or not but feeling seen by him made her feel special. She slowly nodded her head at him, “O-Okay...”

The “couple” made their way outside of the restaurant with the cameras flashing on them. She posed next to him with a real smile this time and it felt nice to have that feeling again. He grabbed her hand and headed to his car with silence that didn’t feel like it was killing her. He drove the car to somewhere that was familiar but it wasn’t home. She glanced out the window and frowned, “Why are we going to the office?”

“Its a surprise.”

She didn’t say anything after that. What was there to say? She knew no matter how many questions came out of her mouth, he wouldn’t answer them. She continued to stare out the window. When they stopped at a light her eyes landed on a mother and her child. It was a sight that melted her heart, the mother held the child and kissed its cheeks. This little scene made her smile because it made her think of her own mother, someone who she needed to call soon.

They walked inside the building that caused so many insecurities for her but she let him lead the way. The elevator ride had this tension, she couldn’t explain it. It was more coming from him than herself but she didn’t want to question it. She didn’t want to embarrass herself if she was wrong. When they walked onto his floor, her eyes wandered to the desk in front of his office. That's where she sat. Y/N pictured her in her head. She was of course younger than she was and she looked like an actress but she didn’t have that mature aura that Y/N had. She saw him coming up to her for a chat or even a peck on the forehead. Before her thoughts consumed her, Jungkook pulled her into his office.

Confusion couldn’t even describe how she felt. Here he was looking at her like how they first had sex. It made her feel warm. There was the warmth in his eyes that has been missing for years and she saw it tonight. She felt it tonight, it felt like the first time.

A breathless gasp left her lips. In a matter of seconds, their hands were everywhere. Their breathing quickened and soft gasps echoed in his dorm room. They were hastily pulling off clothes as Jungkook placed kisses on the new territory. Jungkook pulled away from her neck and she titled her head at him with a confused look, “What?”

“Nothing.” He gave her a smile and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, making her giggle, “You’re just so beautiful.” Her face turned red and turned her head from him, “Sh-shut up.”

She pulled him back in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist to bring them closer. So close that she felt his hard cock against her. She felt a shiver at the feeling and he was now humping her at a rapid speed. His hard, throbbing cock slid between her folds (hitting her clit at some points) as he let out a loud groan, “Y/N, I-I want it so bad.”

“Fuck me Kook.”

Hearing her words, he scrambled grabbing his dick and pushing it in. In her head, Y/N laughed at his eagerness but it quickly left when he thrusted harshly, “Ah~”

He let out a small chuckle and his hands went towards her chest. Pinching her nipples harshly, “Thought you said you could take it, Y/N.”

“Sh-shut up.”

He could feel her squeezing around him as he moved at his fast pace. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, “Fuck you feel so good, Y/N.” One hand was gripping her waist while the other one was groping her chest.

“Harder~.”

“Yeah? What a whore.” Jungkook smirked as he readjusted himself and pushed her legs up. Her knees were now almost touching the white sheets on either side of her head (she didn’t even know she could do that). She felt like she was stretched wide open as he began jackhammering into her, “Fuck, Jungkook.”

She could feel every thrust through her body. The only sounds that she could make were moans and it made his ego grow, “Is someone gonna cum?”

She nodded frantically at him as she looked away from his face to let out a louder moan, “Jung-Jungkook~”

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let everyone know in this building who you belong to.”

“Jungkook~!” One more thrust and it sent her over the edge. The reminder of what they were supposed to do crossed her mind. All her textbooks were thrown on to the floor and notes were long gone from the bed. Jungkook tossed his back as he orgasmed, buried deep inside her. As they came back to reality, they locked eyes. Smiles appeared on their faces as they panted with red faces.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, “I love you...”

“I love you more...”

Two months. Nothing changed. Okay, to give credit to where credit is due. Jungkook acted like the perfect husband for half a month, it was like the beginning of their marriage. He would stay up for her when she worked long nights at the hospital and had more outings together when they had time. Then everything changed when Y/N found out why he changed. Rue went on a trip and was gone for that time period. She found out by Jin and everything made sense. She was the rebound.

After she found out, she became distant again. She felt so stupid that she thought things would go back to what it was. It made her realize that it will never go back to normal. He will never change but she can and she will.

She's a doctor and she knows the symptoms. She tracked her period accurately and knew something was wrong. Deep down, she prayed it wasn’t true but her thoughts said another thing. She sat in Sehun’s office with a blanked expression towards the tile floor. Sehun understood why she did it but all because he can explain why she did it doesn’t mean it's okay. He walked back in and she slowly looked up at him with a hopeful look. That look was quickly wiped away when she saw his eyes, “Y/N...you're pregnant."

Those words were supposed to send happiness but instead it broke her heart. How could she do this? Having a child with someone who clearly doesn’t love her and is using her for popularity, wasn’t on her bingo card. She nodded her head at him and closed her eyes, “I-I’m getting a divorce.”

Sehun raised his eyebrow but nodded his head at her, “Are you?”

“Yes. My child doesn’t deserve to see that disrespectful asshole. This child is going to have a better life and they won’t have to question their worth.”

“Y/N...”

“They won’t stay up at night waiting for him to come home or even doing shit to get his attention-”

“Y/N!” She looked at Sehun with wide eyes as the tears fell down her face. He tossed the clipboard onto his desk and brought her head into his chest, “No more crying for that asshole.”

She turned her head and the tears soaked his shirt as his fingers ran through her hair. He kissed the top of her head as she continued to sob, “No matter what, it will be okay.”

“Sign here.”

The silence in the office made her skin crawl. She watched him pick up the pen but his hand hovered above the documents. Hesitation but she didn’t know why. She was never his wife to begin with, she was only a pawn in his world. He needed her but not for love and comfort but for power. She cried so much over him but in this moment the roles are reversed. She sat there with a stern look while he cried looking at the life changing documents but no sound came from him. He wasn’t sad at losing her but sad he lost his pawn.

“Y-Y/N are you sure?”

“Yes, I haven’t been your wife in years.”

She watched his eyes widen as he glanced back and forth at the paper and at her, “You’ve always been my wife.”

She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head, “I lost that title when you found another. The night that you said we had an open relationship, I was no longer your wife. We both know why you needed me...”

He sighed and let the black ink do the talking that he couldn’t do. She smiled at this and felt the chain around her neck was broken. She felt some relief seeing him cry and she didn’t care if that made her sound like a bad person. After all the crying, seeing the person that made you cry was rewarding. If that makes her evil then she would rather be evil with a smile instead of unhappy and in tears.

The documents slid to her and it was her turn to sign. She picked up her pen and as she read the document, memories of the past came.

Jungkook looked at her with a smile as he grabbed her hand. The two sat at the beach as the moon kissed the water and the stars touched their skin. Jungkook wanted to take her to the beach after their date and she agreed. The two just graduated from college and everything was perfect. Jungkook was the new CEO of his father’s company and Y/N got an internship at the hospital that she wanted to work at.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, “You know, I’m going to make you my wife soon.”

“Oh? Are you?”

He nodded his head and looked out at the water with a smile, “I want to get you the ring that you deserve. I want it to sparkle just like how you sparkle in my life.”

“Do you want the ring back?”

She watched him scratch the back of his neck and sigh, “No...you keep it.”

“I’m not going to keep it. I need you to know that.”

“I figured.”

She bowed her head at her lawyer who left the office and Jungkook watched him leave with a blank expression. His eyes moved back to her and frowned, “So...this is it?”

“Seems like it.”

He glared at her and knocked off his coffee cup making it fly across the room. He slammed his hands on the dark wood as his eyes heated up looking at her, “How can you be so calm? Did you even love me?”

She scoffed at this and shook her head at him, “Why did you think I stayed? I always loved you and I was stupid for thinking that you would pick me. I was never your first choice and you know that. How dare you get mad at me for this? YOU’RE THE ONE THAT CAUSED THIS!”

Jungkook couldn’t defend himself, not that she wanted to hear it. She got up from the table and walked before he could say anything to her, she was done with him. Well, she knew one day she would have to tell him about his child but for now she was done. The selfish man will be his downfall and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The public didn’t take Jungkook and Y/N’s divorce well. Especially when the truth came out about him. Many weren't shocked about him but a good handful of important figures were shocked (for some reason). Many said that his good looks got him into trouble while others shared their sympathy towards Y/N. Not that she needed it. Rue was plastered on all the magazines, the villain of the story. Y/N should feel bad for the young girl but instead she only chuckled at the tears captured on all forms of media.

Y/N sat in her office and the door opened revealing Jin giving her smile, “Happy divorce.”

“That’s new. Thank you.”

He sat in front of her with his smile sending butterflies to her stomach, “I’m glad you did it.”

“I am too...you must hate me.”

He looked at her with confusion, “Why would I hate you?”

“Jin...I ruined your sister's life. You should hate me.”

“Do I look like I hate you?”

Her lips pressed together making a straight line as she looked away from his intense eyes, “No...you don’t.”

“My sister deserves it. She knew exactly what she was doing and persuaded him anyway. He also is no better. I would never hate you, L/N Y/N.”

Her eyes widened at this and her head snapped back at him. It’s been forever since she heard her last name, it sent shivers especially when it came from him. She blinked her eyes at him and smiled, “L/N Y/N....I-I haven’t heard that in so long.”

“You’ve always been L/N Y/N. Remember that...I actually had a question for you.”

She raised her eyebrow and she felt nervous now. She nodded her head and gripped her pants under the table, “O-Of course you can.”

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “You don’t have to be nervous around me Y/N. I was just wondering if you would like to go on a lunch date with me?”

“Lunch date?”

“Yeah, if you want. It could be whatever you want.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head rapidly, “I would love that.”

“That’s good. Oh, also. Congrats on becoming a mom.”

She frowned at this and glanced down at her messy desk, “Y-Yeah...Does that put you off?”

“Why would that put me off?”

“Because I was so stupid. Stupid enough to try again with him when I knew deep down it wasn’t right. I just wanted him to love me again even though I didn’t love him. I guess I just wanted affection like how it was in the beginning and my naivety took over. I let my insecurities do the talking instead of my logic and now I'm having a child with someone that only sees me as a power play. You should be put off by me...”

He shook his head and stood up from the chair. She watched him closely as he moved to be by her side and grabbed her hands gently. He sat on his knees as she looked down at him, “You were trying your hardest with the situation that was given to you...your not stupid, you were hopeful. You wanted him to give you love because you loved him once upon a time, you wanted to feel important for once. This is something you need to face but you won’t do it alone, I won’t allow that.”

Her eyes started to water and she jumped out of her chair to wrap her arms around Jin’s neck, “I-I want to feel love...”

“And you will.”

The snow created images on the window as Y/N stared outside in complete silence. So much has changed in a matter of a year that she couldn’t even rationalize anything. She had a baby girl, L/N Jisoo. It wasn’t what the movies always displayed. Jisoo was premature and had to stay in the hospital for a month to make sure she was okay. It was a stressful time but Sehun and Chanyeol helped her out by taking care of the paperwork and checking her house. There was one person that stayed by her side twenty-four seven and that person was Jin. They weren’t dating officially but they both made it clear they like each other, maybe even love. It wasn’t the time to make a confession.

She heard her name in the hospital room and she turned her head to see Jin sitting on the couch with a frown. He was tired, they both were but they would never say it out loud to each other. She slowly walked towards him and sat next to him with her head going to his shoulder like a magnet. They both looked at the baby with tired smiles and he rubbed her arm gently, “Tomorrow is the big day.”

“She comes home to us.”

“See I told you.”

She raised her eyebrow and lifted her head to look at him, “Told me what?”

“You would feel love.”

Her eyes widened at this and let out a small chuckle. She turned her head to look at her daughter with a red face, “Shut up.”

“Yah! Jin you can’t keep letting her get away with drawing on the documents!”

“It’s art and I always have copies!”

She sighed to herself and shook her head with a chuckle escaping, “That’s not the point dear.”

He glanced down to see Jisoo drawing away on an important document but he shrugged. He looked back up at Y/N with a small smirk, “Are you jealous of her artwork?”

“Jin, shut up. I need to get ready for work, are you sure you’ll be okay?”

He rolled his eyes at her and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead, “I’ve taken care of her for two years, have faith in me.”

“I always have faith in you but she has you wrapped around her little finger.”

“You have me wrapped around your finger too, darling. Don’t forget that.”

She let out a laugh and nodded her head. She put on her coat and smiled at him, “I’ll miss you...”

“You’ll be home in an hour, Sehun said it’s a quick meeting but you need to be there to approve some things.”

“I know, I just hate being away from you and Jisoo.”

“The faster you go, the faster you’ll be back.”

She blew him a kiss and left their house. She can’t believe it's been two years already. Two years passed by and she was living with her boyfriend while they took care of their daughter together. Jin adopted her after her first birthday and Y/N couldn’t be happier with Jisoo having him as a father. Speaking of fathers, Jungkook didn’t know about Jisoo. After their divorce and the public losing their interest in Jungkook’s life, Y/N cut off all ties with him. She didn’t even know if he had the same number but she didn’t care.

She stopped at the stop light letting out a small sigh. She hated working on Sundays, it was supposed to be her day off but here she was going to work. The light snowfall didn’t make things easier, it just made her more depressed. When the light turned green, she went forward but that's when everything went black. A truck tried running the red light and Y/N was hit hard. Everything around her was quiet and her vision was blurred. The only thing she saw was the white specks falling down slowly. She slowly closed her eyes and nothingness hit her...

Y/N woke up and looked around to get an answer. She saw her daughter looking at her with her head tilted in the middle of her room, “Jisoo?”

“Mommy, who's my dad?”

She rubbed her forehead and looked at her with a confused look, “Jisoo, what are you-”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

Y/N blinked her eyes and Jisoo was now a teenager. She couldn’t understand what was happening but the shock stopped her from questioning what was happening, “Ho-how do you know that name baby?”

“Mom, tell me the truth. Dad, isn’t my real dad is he?”

Y/N shook her head and tried making her way to Jisoo but her head was stopping her. The pain jolted through her body as she sat there holding her head, “Jisoo, please.”

“Who’s my real dad!”

She opened her eyes slightly and the only thing she saw was bright white lights above her head, blinding her. She heard talking but she couldn’t focus on the words and the only thing she saw was the light blue clothing that surrounded her. She closed her eyes again, allowing the light to sing her to sleep.

Beep. Beep. What the hell? She opened her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time and saw herself in a bed. It wasn’t her bed at home and she recognized the hospital blanket fast. She wanted to sit up but her body would not allow her to so she turned her head to see Jin sleeping on the couch, “J-Jin...”

His eyes snapped open and he jumped up from the couch. He made his way to her and carefully sat on the bed, grabbing her hand ever so gently, “Y/N? Baby?”

“Jin, wh-what the hell happened? I have a meeting with Sehun.”

He let out a sad chuckle and shook his head, “Baby, it’s been two weeks...there is no meeting. I don’t want to dump all this information on you but...you got into a horrible accident. You broke your neck and hit your head really hard...I-I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I-I was in an accident?”

He nodded his head and brought her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, “Don’t worry. I’m suing him right now.”

“What other injuries do I have?”

“Shockingly, you only broke your neck. You had bruises and cuts but that’s it. Even the surgeons were shocked.”

She nodded her head (the best she could) and looked outside the window to see the white specks falling still. She sighed and looked at Jin with a frown, “I had an epiphany.”

“O-Okay? Was it good?”

“I need to tell Jungkook about Jisoo.”

Jin looked at her with a shocked look but nodded his head, “I see...if that’s what you want. Can I ask why?”

“I had this vision of her being a teenager...she found out that you weren’t her real dad and the look she had killed me...it hurt. I know it was my mind doing it but it hurt still. I need to do it for her.”

“If you want to do that then I’ll support you no matter what. My only thing is...I don’t trust Jungkook with Jisoo.”

“I was thinking that he can visit her at our house only for now until we have trust. Wait, where's Jisoo?”

“She’s with Sehun, don't worry. Alright, we can do that. Shit, let me get Chanyeol. He needs to check on you. Fuck I got so excited seeing you that I forgot.”

She let out a small laugh but it quickly turned into a groan, “Don’t make me laugh so hard. It hurts.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny-” Before he could say anything else, the door opened revealing Chanyeol glaring at Jin. “Shit.”

“You ass, you were supposed to tell me when she wakes up. I don’t give a fuck that shes your girlfriend now, I have more power.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and slowly turned her head towards Chanyeol, “Hey you.”

Chanyeol scoffed and shook his head, "That's what you say to me after being knocked out for two weeks after an accident.”

“Yes?”

He sighed at this and looked down at his clipboard, “Your body is strong. You only broke your neck and hit your head when the truck impacted your car. You hit your head hard on the side of the door and the glass cut your arms and legs. You had bruises all over your body but other than that you came out great for someone that was hit head on with a car.”

She sighed to herself and turned to look at Jin, “It’s because I’m a mother, that’s why I’m so strong.”

“That’s disgusting. We're going to have an orthopedic to look at your neck before you can leave.”

“When can she leave?”

“When she gets grounded, I would say in three or four days.”

She intertwined her fingers with Jins and let a smile appear on face, “That's not too bad...”

“It’s not but baby you can’t push yourself either. I know you want to go home but don’t rush yourself, okay?”

“Okay.”

Two days and Y/N hated being in this bed. Jin left her today to take care of Jisoo and she was still in this stupid neck brace. She knew she had to stay in this for about two months and she found that annoying. She sat in her bed letting the food show relax her body but that all changed when her door opened. She turned her head and she was expecting Chanyeol or Sehun but her eyes widened when she saw a ghost from the past looking at with worried eyes, “Jung-Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

He smiled at her and walked towards her with a bouquet of daises. He placed them on her side table and pushed a chair towards her bed as she watched him. He sat in the chair and sighed, “Your brother told me what happened...I asked him how you were doing and he told me what happened. He said something interesting though.”

“Oh?”

“He said that even though he hated me, he wanted me to know just in case his goddaughter is left alone.”

Fucking snitch, “O-Oh really? That’s weird.”

“Y/N...do we have a daughter?”

She sighed and turned her head towards the tv, “I have a daughter.”

“Y/N-”

“Jungkook, I know you're smart. Figure it out.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking at her, “I’m glad you're alright.”

“Geez thanks.”

“I-I’m not good at this. I don’t want you to feel awkward when you're in pain.”

“That never stopped you before.”

He ran his fingers through his hair roughly and let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t want to argue. Can I-I see her?”

“Only if me or Jin is there to watch you. We don’t trust you with her.”

“J-Jin?”

“My boyfriend and Jisoo’s father. Problem?”

He shook his head and looked down at the floor, “Jin’s been taking care of her?”

She scoffed at him and looked at him with a glare, “Yeah and? You’re lucky Jin didn’t hurt you for what you did to me.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes. visiting hours end in two minutes. Hurry up and say whatever you want to say.”

“Can I see Jisoo...I like the name by the way.”

“Thank you, Jin gave me the name to use. Only if we're there. I don’t trust you, I’m only doing this because I don’t want to die one day without her knowing the truth. When she becomes older, you’re going to tell her your sins. I’ll be damned if I have to say it cause it still hurts to this day. You’re a piece of shit still but I’ll let you see her.”

Jungkook looked at her with a soft smile and nodded his head, “T-Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. How’s Rue?”

“You know I’m not with her anymore, I’m sure. You’re dating Jin.”

“I know, I just wanted to see your hurt face. Now, get out. Visiting hours are over.”

He let out another sigh and stood up from the chair giving her one last look, “Will you always be hostile towards me?”

“Yeah, probably. You deserve so much more so be grateful for this.”

He nodded his head and went to walk out the room but before he left, he looked back at her, “Thank you for giving life to something so precious.”

“Mmm...now get out.”

He nodded his head and left the room. She let out the biggest sigh and shook her head to herself, “Fucking asshole. He hasn’t changed at all.” Her phone (Jin bought her a new phone) buzzed next to the daisies and she slowly picked it up. She unlocked her phone and smiled at Jin’s message. It was a picture of Jin and Jisoo cuddling on the bed and she felt so happy seeing them together. Jin will always be Jisoo’s father no matter what and Jungkook will just be there. Maybe in the future things will get better but for now, he should be grateful for seeing Jisoo.

She called Jin and he picked up so fast making her giggle, “Did you see it?”

“I love it. I love you guys so much. Forever and ever.”

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At The Concert

Jung Hoseok/Reader

Summary: Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

Warnings: Female reader, established relationship, idol!au, set around 2018 during the LY tour but not that important, fluff, crying, mentions of being anxious, marriage proposal.

Word Count: 1226 M.list

BTS were about halfway through their current tour, giving maximum effort each show they did. You always tried your best to attend as many of their shows as you could, since getting to spend time with Hoseok when he was on tour was scarce enough as it was.

For this specific show, Hobi had asked you some time ago to make sure you had time

off to attend and you weren’t sure why, maybe because it was the closest show on the tour to your home town? If that were the case though, you would have been there either way so you found it quit strange how pushy he was being about you attending.

You were currently backstage, watching the boys run around the stage from the wings. A lot of the time you just watched on the TV in the dressing room or private area in the audience, since you always felt like you were in the way just standing around backstage but, due to some particularly insistent staff members, you were side stage.

The boys performance was amazing as usual. Watching them perform never failed to brighten up your day. Once they finished their current song, it was time for them to line up and talk to the audience.

One by one they spoke lovingly to ARMY before they all fell silent and turned to face Hobi. They all watched as he stepped forward once again, all sporting wide and gummy smiles.

‘I know this is strange but I hope you ARMY will indulge me.’ The audience cheered loudly as Hoseok spoke. You looked on confused, not sure what he was up to.

‘When me and Y/N went public, we were shocked by the amount of support we got from all of you. We’d been together quite a while by then so it was important to us that we had your support.’ He continued to speak. Though you couldn’t see his face from your position you knew he was nervous but still smiling, you however were shocked. Why was he bringing you up? It was at this moment that you began to notice that some of the staff around you were throwing glances in your direction, making your nerves flare up and also feel a little self conscious. Did they know what was going on?

‘I know she’s going to hate me for this...’ He chuckled to himself, ‘Jagi come out here please.’ He turned back to face where you were standing, his arm outstretched and giving you a small smile. The audience screamed at the unusual turn.

Your mouth fell open in shock. You looked around at the staff for help, only to find smiling faces looking back at you, some of them even ushering you forwards onto the stage. Surely this wasn’t for real.

When no movement came from you, both Jungkook and Jimin ran towards you in an attempt to pull you out. They were laughing as they spoke to you.

‘Come on noona!’ Jungkook grabbed onto your right arm whilst Jimin grasped your left.

‘What’s going on!?’ You stuttered, still not willing to move.

‘Just trust us Y/N! You know we would never let anything bad happen to you!’ Jimin coaxed, trying to ease your nerves a little. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before you nodded. You knew what he said was true so you didn’t really have any choice but to trust them right now.

They both grinned at you again before excitedly pulling you onto the stage.

Blush crept up onto your cheeks when the crowd started to scream your name upon coming into view.

The two younger boys lead you over to Hobi, who in turn wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. He pulled back and gave you a bright smile, you keeping your hands firmly on his arms.

‘What’s happening?’ You were smiling but couldn’t help but cringe as your voice got picked up by his microphone. Causing all the boys to let out small laughs.

Speaking of...You noticed the 6 other boys lined up behind the two of you, all either grinning ear to ear or bouncing up and down with excitement.

Hobi took a step back, taking one of your hands in his before he started to speak.

‘Y/N you are the love of my life. You’ve been with me through thick and thin and you were always there for me, back when I was still training. All your support made me the man I am today.’ Oh...Was this really happening? You could feel your emotions building up in your chest as he spoke from his heart.

‘I really lucked out, getting the most amazing person in the world to date me back then. Being together all these years has made me realise I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you....So...’

It was then that he got down on one knee, pulling out a small velvet box from his jacket pocket. You knew it was coming after his speech, but it didn’t do anything to stop the tears flowing down your face, both your hand coming up to cover your mouth as the happy tears fell. Hobi opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He really put effort into doing the research on what kind of jewellery you liked, talking none stop with your friends and mother to make sure he got the perfect ring.

‘Will you marry me?’ He beamed up at you, crowd going even more crazy, not believing they got to witness this in person. The boys in the back all holding onto each other in anticipation, hardly able to control themselves.

Unable to speak at that moment in time you nodded vigorously, hiding your face in your hands before taking his and pulling him to a standing position. You pulled him into a kiss, hands on either side of his face, while his hands came to rest on your wrists. You were now oblivious to the crowd, deaf to their screams. Right now it was just you and Hobi.

The two of you were only pulled out of the moment when the 6 other boys ran up to you both to congratulate you. Hoseok pulled away and took your shaking hand in his once again, to slip the ring onto your finger. You admired the ring before you felt your lip start to tremble again so you pulled him in for one last hug, which he was happy to accept. Hoseok made sure to cover his mic before whispering to you. ‘We’ll all celebrate properly later ok?’ he nodded slightly before placing a final quick peck on you lips. He placed his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to the wings, and onto a waiting chair. Good. Your legs were like jelly. He pecked your cheek before quickly running back out onto the stage.

‘Ah she said no guys. Can you believe that?’ He joked as soon as he was back out, causing his members and the audience to laugh. You lightly shook your head, smiling at his antics.

After the show that night you knew you would all be going out to celebrate like he said, and you couldn’t wait for what would come after.

#bts #bts x reader #smutt #fluff #angst #imagine #one shot #scenario #drabble #reaction #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au #established relationship

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O7 | Pregnancy RECs

Request: Hey new here and looking for a good Arrange Marriage or pregnancy fan fic. Full off drama. Thanks

By: @prajusstuff

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

Request Guidelines | Fic Rec ML

NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.

➳ Seokjin

Title: Soarin 💦🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @aquagustd

Summary: Husband!Seokjin x Wife!Pregnant!reader. Also established relationship and vacation au.

↳ “When you find out that your husband is hurting just as much as you, you realize that you’ve been thinking selfishly. And when you come forward with your doubts, he shows you how much he loves you.”

Title: Clingy Pregnancy 🐑🗒

Author: @blu-joons

Summary: I feel this would so be Seokjin if he ever got his girlfriend pregnant lol!

↳ n/a

➳ Yoongi

Title: Silence 🐑👊🗒

Author: @hyungieyoongi

Summary: Also married/established relationship au. Drama in this one!

↳ n/a

Title: Oh Baby 🐑🐑🐑🗒

Author: @yoonlattesworld

Summary: Idol!husband!yoongi x pregnant!wife!reader. Also established relationship/marriage and idol au.

↳ “Attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview.”

➳ Hoseok

Title: Telling Him You’re Pregnant 🐑🗒

Author: @blu-joons

Summary: This writer makes really good pregnancy dribbles!

↳ n/a (title makes it self explanatory)

Title: Hope In The Sheets 💦🐑📝💜

Author: @youarejesting

Summary: 10 parts + epilogue. Completed series. Also friends-to-lovers au. Drama in this one!

↳ “You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.”

➳ Namjoon

Title: Two More 💦🐑🗒

Author: @e-cm

Summary: Husband!Namjoon x Pregnant!!reader. Established relationship/marriage au.

↳ “With two more months of pregnancy left and nothing to relieve you of your...discomfort, Namjoon offers you exactly what you need.”

Title: Nine Months 🐑📝💜

Author: @gimmesumsuga

Summary: 4 parts. Completed Drabble series. This felt so real that I had to add it lol! Some drama in this one!

↳ “Your due date has come and gone. Namjoon’s excited and you’re uncomfortable, but you’re both equally as impatient to meet your little girl.”

➳ Jimin

Title: Wild Flower 🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @tataelingmoon

Summary: Pregnancy reveal and establish relationship!au. Some drama in this one!

↳ “You and Park Jimin have been together for as long as you can remember. However, when you find out that you were pregnant you didn't know what else to do but run away in fear of his reaction.”

Title: Better Together 🐑🗒

Author: @sparklingchim

Summary: Husband!jimin x wife!reader. You also already have a child together, so second baby!au.

↳ “Just a casual day with your husband jimin and your little boy jihoon.”

➳ Taehyung

Title: Flying High 💦🗒💜

Author: @borathae

Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. This is more of a trying to get pregnant au, but it was so good I had to add it. Also established relationship/marriage and ceo au.

↳ “Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so. Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”

Title: Saving You 💦🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @bebejungkook

Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. Also yandere, established relationship/marriage, and ceo au. Drama in this one!

↳ “Your very over protective husband finds out you’ve been kidnapped and he was going to take the matters into his own hands.”

➳ Jungkook

Title: Only Teens 🐑👊📝💜

Author: @0funsite0

Summary: Teen!jungkook x teen pregnant fem!reader. I’m a sucker for teen pregnancy stories... sue me! Drama in this one!

↳ “You live in Korea with your American mother, Bulgarian father, and half Korean half Bulgarian half-brother, Jin. Next to being born to a wealthy family, where your and your boyfriend's parents own a successful company together and are best friends, you are also on the straight path to succeeding as a young actress. But all that can be shattered with an unplanned teen pregnancy,”

Title: Mistake 💦👊🗒💜

Author: @dreamescapeswriting

Summary: Idol and accidental pregnancy au. Basically, you accidentally got pregnant and jk is an idol in this so that’s like a no go. Drama in this one!

↳ n/a

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Learning Flights | JHS

Pair: Hobi x reader

Summary: Tour life can be difficult and even the strongest relationships can be broken down when one is overwhelmed. Your attempts to voice your concerns about Hobi’s well-being were quickly shot down by the man himself.

Genre: Established relationship, angst, idol, BTS on world tour

WC: 1155

Hoseok has always been the sunshine of the group and an everlasting burning sun in your life. You have always loved his energy, optimism, and warm, infectious smile. You loved how he could always keep you on your toes and make you laugh. Not a single second with him ever turns boring.

And ARMY feels the same.

During his tours and performances, fan meets and videos, it was always a memorable experience for them to remember. It was no different for the current world tour that they are on. The tour has been a whirlwind of excitement and energy, with Hobi’s performances leaving ARMY asking for more. But behind those dazzling lights and loud cheers, you could see that something had changed in his usually vibrant demeanour.

From the packed schedules, late nights, and constant travel, you watched him struggle to keep up with appearances. You could see that the tour was starting to take a toll on him, fatigue creeping in almost after the performance finished. The underlying strain was leaving him more weary and irritable. And as usual, as his partner, you felt a deep concern for his well-being. Worried for him, you constantly try to check up on him but your attempts to voice your concerns have been mainly met with short, clipped responses or irritability.

One evening, as you sat on the tour bus, the weight of the tension between you began to feel difficult to bear. Hoseok had barely slept the night before and they had rushed over right after the performances. Everybody’s luggage was a mess as nobody had much time to pack due to the packed schedules. You knew that his patience was wearing thin as he had snapped at you for simple questions and comments.

It hurts to say, but it certainly stung.

But you didn’t let it show on your face. You knew that he was exhausted and not feeling his best. You knew that it was difficult for him and he needed to save most of his energy for his fans during the concerts. You could understand, but it hurts.

When you finally dared to ask him again, you reached out to touch his hand, “Are you okay, Hobi?”

His response was sharper than usual, edged with frustration. “Can you stop asking me if I’m okay? I’m fine, okay? Can’t you just give me some goddamn space?”

His harsh words hung in the air and you recoiled, blinking back your tears. You quickly sank back into the seat and stared out at the window, feeling the distance grow between you. You were hurt by his reaction and the swooning fans outside the bus had no idea what was happening on the bus. Not wanting to irritate him any further, you smiled at the fans. You didn’t want to disrupt the harmonious image that they have of BTS.

Slowly as the journey continues, you feel the distance between you grow. The weight of his words was pressing down on you and you weren’t sure how much longer you could bear the silence. After a while, far enough from the fans, you moved to the empty seat beside Jimin.

Giving you a sympathetic smile, Jimin opened up the blanket and offered you some space. You settled beside him as he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a sense of silent reassurance.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Namjoon came over and sat down beside the both of you, occupying the seat that you sat on previously. He cast you a reassuring smile as he said, “I know Hoseok’s been a bit on edge recently, but it’s not your fault. He’s just tired and constant pressure can get to anyone.”

You sighed in Jimin’s hold as you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. “I know. I just don’t want to bother him when he’s tired.”

Namjoon gave you a knowing look but nodded all the same. “Hobi will come around, don’t worry.”

The rest of the journey continued in sombre silence, the members feeling the tension on the bus and constantly sneaking glances at the both of you. Jimin’s body was like a furnace and with the cold air blasting right above the both of you, it was a nice temperature for a cuddle buddy.

As the bus reached the next hotel, you waited for Hobi to step off before passing him his luggage. He looked worn out and weary, and for a moment, you hesitated. Placing down your hand that unintentionally reached out to him, you turned your back to him, deciding to retire in Jimin’s room today. The both of you were exhausted and having a conversation on what had happened now would not turn out nice. You hoped that Hoseok would come to you when he had some time to properly rest up and unwind.

Settling down for the night, Jimin was ordering some food from the staff who were going down to the convenience stores. A knock on the door startled you, and when you opened it, you were surprised to find Hoseok standing there with red-rimmed, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry!” He swung into you, letting his full body weight onto your unsuspecting arms.

Jimin was standing at the television console, looking like a deer in headlights as he observed the situation between the both of you.

“I’m sorry! I know you meant well, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” Hobi sniffled. “Namjoon told me you were upset.”

He buried his face in your neck, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry I made you cry. I truly appreciate what you do for me, I really do! But… It’s just that sometimes when I get overwhelmed, I don’t always handle it well.”

You welcomed him into the room as you closed the door, giving Jimin a piece of dignity for his half-clothed body. Pulling Hobi into a comforting hug, you stroke his hair soothingly. “We all have our moments and I’ll always be here for you no matter what, okay? But it’s not healthy to bear everything yourself. That’s what I’m here for. Promise to tell me if anything is bothering you?”

Hobi nodded his head vigorously, arms coming around your waist to wrap you even closer. “I promise, promise. I love you.”

You smiled, rocking the both of you from side to side as his cries turned to sniffles.

You knew that the challenges of tour life can put a strain even on the strongest of relationships but you were certain that your love and willingness to communicate with each other will make it all worth it.

“I love you too, Hobi.”

You almost forgot Jimin was there until he made a gagging sound. “How long are you guys going to be at it? It’s making me feel painfully single.”

You chuckled.

“Please leave my room now that the both of you have reconciled. God, the tension was unbearable!”

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Capturing Family

For @bangtanwritershq To Begin Again quarter event

Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon

WC:4237

Rating: MA

AU/Genre: marriage au, slice of life, surrogacy

Warnings: implied/referenced homophobia, gay sex

A/N: Written as a slice of life follow up to Closer

Summary: Married four years, Jimin and Namjoon dream of a family. Surrogacy or adoption? The decision weighs heavy. Unwavering support from friends clashes with Jimin's parents' disapproval. A gallery break-in threatens their plans, but their love strengthens. Through challenges, their bond deepens, and with their friends' help, they overcome obstacles and build a beautiful, unique family. A story of love, perseverance, and the power of chosen family.

“Love, we’ve been talking about this for years now. We’re ready,” Namjoon's voice echoes through the quiet park as he takes Jimin's hand in his own.

“But what if we’re not?” Jimin asks, his eyes searching Namjoon's face for reassurance.

“Where is this doubt coming from? You’d be an amazing father, and we have wanted this for years. It’s all coming together; you’ve been at your school for several years, and I have the gallery. It feels like the stars are aligning for us,” Namjoon reassures, the warm summer breeze tousling their hair.

Jimin takes a deep breath and bobs his head a few times. “You’re right. It just feels like a lot all of a sudden.” He holds his hand up, stopping Namjoon from interrupting, “I know it’s not. This is our fourth anniversary after all, but after talking about it for so many years, it just feels…surreal.”

Namjoon gathers Jimin in his arms. “Love, every day feels surreal with you.” Leaning down, Namjoon captures Jimin’s lips with his. They stand there in the middle of the park, surrounded by nature and love.

As they make their way back to their home, a quaint house nestled in a quiet neighborhood, Jimin can't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness and anticipation. Time slips away as Jimin drives them home, their fingers intertwined and hearts full.

Their peaceful sanctuary greets them as they step through the door. The sunlight floods into the open floor plan through large floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the space and highlighting all of Namjoon's beloved plants.

Namjoon's restless fingers wander over Jimin’s form as they make their way through the shared space. A sense of peace settles around them as they enter their bedroom, a place where their love and connection run deep.

After weeks of waiting, they finally have a chance to sit down and discuss their family plans in detail. Their past conversations were merely wishes, but now it's becoming a tangible reality. Jimin plops a thick binder onto Namjoon's lap and snuggles beside him, the warmth of his body filling the space between them.

"What is this?" Namjoon grunts as he feels the weight of the binder on his thighs. The entire Encyclopedia Britannica?"

Jimin giggles and nuzzles closer to his husband. "You're so silly, honey. This is our family plan, or at least the start of it. We have a lot to go over."

Namjoon sets down his coffee and reaches for his camera, snapping a quick candid shot of Jimin before powering off the device. Jimin barely flinches, used to being photographed by now. Their walls are adorned with many such candid moments, and Jimin wouldn't have it any other way.

Pushing aside his amusement, Jimin delves into their discussion. He opens the binder and begins detailing their options.

Surrogacy or adoption?

They both agree on surrogacy.

They spend hours poring over Jimin's meticulously assembled profiles of potential surrogates. After much deliberation, they narrow it down to two women, but the conversation keeps going in circles as neither wants to back down. One woman, 32, is a kindergarten teacher and a mother of two; the other woman is a pediatrics nurse in her late thirties and the mother of one.

Frustrated, Jimin huffs and sighs dramatically before turning to face his handsome husband. "Listen," he says bluntly, "we're using your sperm this time. Let me make the final call."

The passion in Jimin's voice gives Namjoon pause, making him reconsider his stance. After some internal debate, he gives a small nod and concedes. "You're right," he admits, "we both deserve equal say in this process. I'm providing the biological material. You should have the right to choose the bio-mother."

Jimin's shoulders relax as some of the tension from their argument dissipates. "Thank you, honey," he says gratefully, crossing over to Namjoon and wrapping his arms around the taller man. “Let’s set up a meeting with this one,” Jimin decides, pointing to the kindergarten teacher.

Namjoon murmurs reassurances of his love as they hold each other tightly, unwilling to let go. After several minutes, they finally part, lips swollen from lingering kisses.

"Bed?" Jimin suggests with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Mmm, bed," Namjoon agrees with a smile.

Jimin's voice trembles through the phone as he speaks with Namjoon, his tone shrill and panicked. The news he just received is enough to make anyone anxious.

"Can't you give me any more details?" Jimin asks, trying to control the fear building up inside of him.

"Please, my love, it would be best if you came in person," Namjoon responds calmly, hoping to ease his husband's nerves.

Jimin lets out a frustrated laugh. "Fine. I'll call in a substitute and be there as soon as possible."

Namjoon barely has time to convey his love before the line goes dead. He takes a deep breath, trying to convince himself that everything will be okay. Jimin must be scared and overwhelmed, he reasons, which explains why he ended the call without their usual exchange of affection.

Within an hour, Jimin rushes into Picture This, Namjoon's gallery that’s located in the bustling downtown area. "I'm here! I made it!" he exclaims, out of breath and disheveled.

Namjoon excuses himself from speaking with a detective and meets his husband halfway across the moderate space. The contrast between them is evident - Namjoon exudes calmness while Jimin is frazzled and restless, his brown locks sticking up in all directions from running his hands through them repeatedly.

When Jimin received the call from Namjoon about the break-in at his gallery, it felt like the ground had disappeared beneath his feet. His mind immediately went to worst-case scenarios, and all he could think about was the safety of his loved one. So when their bodies collide, Jimin can't help but run his hands over Namjoon's broad frame in reassurance. He knows Namjoon is physically unharmed but needs to feel it for himself. He couldn't imagine life without him.

"I'm fine, love. Really. I wasn't here when it happened," Namjoon reassures him.

Gradually, the words pierce through Jimin's foggy mind, and he collapses against Namjoon, resting his head on his chest. "I know. I know you are, but how about emotionally? This gallery is your pride and joy."

A pained smile tugs at Namjoon's lips as he responds, "I'm still processing, but it will be okay." He rubs Jimin's shoulders comfortingly. "Let me finish up with these detectives, and then we can go home and discuss our next steps." With a quick peck on the lips, Namjoon turns to face the tall and imposing detective, leaving Jimin to survey the damage left behind.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Jimin's heart breaks for Namjoon as he takes in the chaos and destruction caused by the robbers. Priceless prints have been slashed to pieces, glass shards litter the floor, and equipment has either been stolen or smashed on the newly polished concrete.

Jimin immediately sends a text to their friends, updating them on what has happened before Namjoon leads him out of the gallery. He runs a soothing hand over Namjoon's back as they make their way to their small SUV parked behind the building.

The drive back home is silent except for the sound of their soft exhales as Jimin navigates them through traffic. When they arrive, they both drop their keys on the entryway table and kick off their shoes before collapsing onto each other on the cozy sunken couch - a focal point of their living room.

“Love,” Namjoon whispers, his voice soft and soothing as his fingers trace patterns on Jimin's back.

“Honey,” Jimin responds, snuggling into their tangled embrace. “I don’t know where to even start…”

“It’s okay, love. I'm here for you,” Namjoon reassures him, reaching over to grab the laptop from the coffee table.

With a few expert clicks, Namjoon has the insurance claim page open and is logging in to start the process.

But then, Jimin suddenly goes still next to him. “Love, what is it?” Namjoon asks with concern.

Jimin's eyes are glued to the screen in front of them. “Why wasn't the policy renewed?” he says, his voice shaking. “It's saying right here that our coverage lapsed.” Panic rises in his chest. “This won't be covered...”

Namjoon's heart sinks as he leans closer to the computer screen, scanning the information. "Okay... this isn't ideal," he mutters to himself. "But that's why we have savings."

“Joon,” Jimin speaks up again, his voice small and vulnerable. “The savings are for our baby...”

Namjoon's stomach drops at the thought of not being able to access their savings for such an emergency. He immediately starts brainstorming alternative solutions. “Yes, of course. We can't touch that money. What if we ask your parents for help?”

But instead of relief or agreement, Jimin stiffens beside him. “That's not an option,” he says firmly, shutting down any further discussion.

Namjoon is taken aback by this sudden change in attitude from his usually open and communicative husband. Worried now, he furrows his brow and reaches out to rub circles on Jimin's back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Jimin, please talk to me,” he pleads softly.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin finally turns to face Namjoon. Tears are welling up in his eyes as he speaks. “My parents... they weren't supportive of our decision to adopt or use a surrogate.”

Namjoon's heart sinks as he listens to Jimin's words, trying to make sense of it all. “But I thought they were okay with us starting a family?”

The tears start rolling down Jimin's cheeks now, and he looks away, unable to meet Namjoon's gaze. “They said it was fine because they thought we would change our minds. And their exact words were, 'Realize how abnormal it would be for a child to have two fathers'."

Heat flushes across Namjoon’s skin as anger and hurt course through Namjoon as he processes this information. "How could they even say something like that? You know what? Screw them. We don't need their approval or their money. We'll figure this out together, just the two of us." He squeezes Jimin's hand tightly, determined to find a way to rebuild their gallery and make their dreams of having a family come true on their own terms.

Jimin holds onto Namjoon's hand tightly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling in his stomach. "It's not just about the money," he whispers softly. "I know we can make it work, but I don't want to sacrifice our happiness for it. We deserve to have a family and give them the best life possible." Tears well up in Jimin's eyes again, but he quickly wipes them away before they can fall.

"I'm sorry, love," he says, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Namjoon pulls him close into his embrace, holding him tightly against his chest as they snuggle into the soft couch cushions. He runs a soothing hand through Jimin's hair and presses gentle kisses to his forehead.

"It's okay, baby," Namjoon murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. "We have time." He looks deep into Jimin's eyes, his gaze filled with unwavering determination. "And we will make it happen for us. For our family.”

At the park, Taehyung carefully sets down his takeout box and spreads out a soft, checkered blanket for them all to sit on. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves in the trees above, carrying with it the sweet scent of freshly mown grass and blooming flowers. Taehyung settles down next to Jin and picks up a pair of elegant chopsticks, twirling them between his fingers with practiced ease.

As Jin hands Taehyung a plate laden with fried chicken, kimchi jeon, and mandu, he asks, "Where are y'all in reopening the gallery?"

Namjoon nods along, watching Jin and Yoongi dish out the food onto their own plates.

"We actually finished yesterday and plan to fully reopen next week."

Hoseok does a little happy dance, clapping his hands together in excitement. "That's fantastic! Are we going to have a little celebratory party?"

"Of course!" Jin eagerly chimes in. "I can bring the champagne."

"And Yoongi can create a playlist-," Hoseok starts before being interrupted by Jimin.

"Whoa, let's slow down," Jimin interjects, holding up a hand to pause Hoseok's eager planning. "We're not going to do some extravagant shindig."

Taehyung scoffs playfully, "It's not an extravagant party. It's just a small to medium celebration, you know, with some string lights, light appetizers, champagne, and maybe some decorations."

Jimin's nostrils flare in frustration as he replies, "We don't have the time for that, okay? We are trying to save-" He pauses abruptly and sends Namjoon an imploring look.

Namjoon calmly rests a soothing hand on Jimin's knee and whispers, "It's okay. Go ahead and tell them."

Yoongi swallows his mouthful of chicken before asking curiously, "Tell us what?"

Jimin lets out a sigh and traces the back of Namjoon's hand before intertwining their fingers. "We don't have the time for that because Joonie and I are starting a family."

The chopsticks with a piece of kimchi jeon clatter out of Taehyung's hand as his eyes widen at the unexpected announcement. Jin acts quickly and snags Taehyung's plate just in time before he launches himself at Jimin in excitement.

Yoongi winces at Taehyung's high-pitched squeal.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" Taehyung blurts out in a rush, wrapping himself tightly around Jimin.

Jimin rubs Taehyung's back soothingly before attempting to untangle their limbs gently.

"Tae, let him breathe," Namjoon urges with a small smile.

Taehyung gives one last squeeze before pulling back. "Sorry, I'm just so happy for you and Jiminie."

Jimin smiles fondly. "I know, Tae. We didn't say anything because the incident at the gallery kind of delayed things. We had to use the money we set aside for the surrogacy process to fix what was destroyed."

Their friends exchange concerned looks before turning back to them. "What happened?" Yoongi asks with furrowed brows.

Namjoon's head dips down slightly as he replies, "The insurance policy on the gallery had lapsed. So we ended up having to cover the damages and repairs out of our own pockets." He squeezes Jimin's hand supportively before continuing, "We had actually decided on our anniversary to start the process, but we had to shift our plans due to unforeseen expenses. Now we're ready to get back on track."

Jimin nods in agreement. "It wasn't the ideal situation, especially since we had been saving for years for this moment. But we made it work - I started tutoring kids after school let out, and Namjoon took on more commissions. And now, here we are, meeting with an agency on Monday."

Tae lets out a small whimper of distress. "Why didn't you come to us? We could have helped you."

Jimin reaches out to his soulmate, softly cupping his cheek. "Oh, my sweet Tae. I guess we just didn't want to burden you."

A loud, caustic guffaw suddenly interrupts their conversation, drawing their attention across the small circle. Jin sits there looking outraged. "How dare you keep something like this from us!"

Both Jimin and Namjoon are taken aback at Jin's sudden shift in tone, his voice now laced with heat and frustration. They can feel the tension rising in the room as he continues to speak.

"Do you honestly believe that anything you could ask of us would ever be considered a burden?" Jin's voice softens, his eyes searching theirs for understanding, "We care about both of you so deeply. None of us would ever see you as a burden."

Jimin's eyes start to well up with tears, knowing deep down that Jin's words are rational and true. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking, "I know that logically, but..." Namjoon places a comforting hand on Jimin's back as he struggles to find the words.

"We didn't want to impose or be seen as some charity case," Namjoon finally speaks, voicing their shared fear.

Jin growls in frustration, "How could you even think that? We love you two. You've become family to each other, and we only want to help you expand your family further." He crosses his arms over his chest in exasperation. "The nerve of not coming to us right away."

Yoongi nods in agreement, "Jin is right, Jimin-ah. We're here for you always. And personally, I would be honored to be a part of the process."

Namjoon glances at Jimin, who's nervously worrying his lower lip, both of them feeling properly admonished by Jin's words. "You're right. We would love your support as we navigate this journey."

Jin straightens up with a roll of his eyes. "Well, duh. That's what family is for."

The morning of their meeting with the surrogacy agency arrives. Jimin wakes up to the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet sound of birds chirping outside his bedroom window. His heart is already pounding in his chest as he pads into the kitchen, still in his pajamas, to find Namjoon pouring himself a cup. They exchange tired smiles but don't say anything as they both sip their coffee in silence, lost in their own thoughts. After a few minutes, Namjoon gently places his hand on top of Jimin's, stopping him from fidgeting with his mug. Their fingers lace together, and they squeeze lightly before Namjoon pulls him into a warm hug from behind.

Jimin leans into it gratefully, feeling Namjoon's heartbeat steady beneath his ear. He closes his eyes, basking in his partner's comfort—a mix of soap, coffee, and warm skin. He can almost feel the palpable distress emanating from Namjoon as he kisses the top of Jimin's head softly.

"Hey," he whispers, "it's going to be okay." Namjoon’s lips brush the shell of Jimin’s ear before pressing another kiss just underneath it.

He continues to trail kisses down the smaller man’s neck, nudging the collar of his sleep shirt aside to maintain contact. A shiver racks up Jimin’s spine as his head lolls to the side, leaning even further into his husband’s hold. A hum resonates through Jimin’s chest as thick fingers settle on his hips before pushing under the large sleep shirt to trail up his chest.

“Need a distraction?” Namjoon’s voice is huskily in his ear, sending goosebumps down Jimin’s spine.

Jimin whimpers, shivering in anticipation, “Namjoon,” he protests weakly. “We have to leave soon.” He can’t help the way his hips roll back a little into Namjoon, seeking more.

Namjoon chuckles in response, trailing his lips back up to Jimin’s ear and sucking gently on the lobe. Jimin moans, his eyes sliding shut as his hand comes up to grip the counter for support. “We have time.” Namjoon presses a lingering kiss to Jimin’s neck before spinning the smaller man around to face him. Pressing their foreheads together as they both catch their breaths, their heartbeats syncing.

Jimin opens his eyes to find Namjoon staring at him with so much love and affection it takes his breath away. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with adoration.

Surging forward together, their lips connect. Jimin’s arms wind around his love’s shoulders, pulling their bodies flush together. The kitchen fills with the sound of their lips smacking together as Namjoon backs Jimin into the counter. His hands slide down to cup Jimin’s ass, giving it a squeeze.

Jimin gasps, opening up to Namjoon, their tongues twisting together. Moaning as Namjoon’s hands cup the back of Jimin’s thighs and lift him onto the countertop. Their mouths move seamlessly together.

Namjoon angles his hips so their erections grind together. Jimin whines into the kiss, gripping Namjoon’s shoulders desperately as he grinds down on his husband’s hard length. Namjoon moans, clutching at Jimin’s thighs, his control rapidly slipping.

Jimin’s fingers start pulling at Namjoon’s shirt, tugging it up and off of him. Namjoon breaks the kiss slightly, panting as he helps Jimin undress him. Their lips part and come back together repeatedly as they discard their clothes, pooling them on the floor with a carelessness they usually don’t have in the morning.

Namjoon lifts Jimin again, setting him back on the countertop, legs hanging over his forearms. A devious glint in his eyes as he presses their hard lengths together, grinding against each other.

“Joonie,” Jimin whines, biting his lip as their friction increases. His nails dig into the countertop as he is teased.

Namjoon pulls back just enough to look into Jimin’s eyes before grasping his chin and bringing their lips together again. Their tongues tangle in a slow-burning dance that is further stoked by their desperation for release. Both moan into the kiss as they rock together on the countertop, pants and groans filling the kitchen.

“Baby,” Jimin whines, “I need more…please.”

With his voice rumbling out, dripping with desire for the man in his arms, Namjoon pulls away a little, reaching for a drawer by the sink. He hushes Jimin gently as the other man whimpers at the loss of touch. Namjoon quickly steps back into Jimin’s arms with one of the small bottles of lube they keep stashed around their home.

Their lips collide once again, urgency and passion fueling their kiss. Namjoon's fingers grasp the lube bottle, uncapping it with a heated determination before coating his fingertips in the slick substance. Without breaking the kiss, he trails his lubed-up fingers between Jimin's spread legs, causing him to moan and suck on Namjoon's thick lower lip even harder.

Namjoon works a finger with skilled precision inside Jimin, who arches his back and keens in pleasure. Jimin can't help but nip at Namjoon's lip before leaning back on his hands and watching intently as Namjoon expertly stretches him open. Soon, Jimin is laid out on the counter, writhing and moaning uncontrollably as Namjoon drives three fingers deep inside him, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body.

Namjoon's fingers dig deep into Jimin's flesh, eliciting waves of pleasure as he hits that spot inside him. With a final powerful thrust, Namjoon pulls away, leaving Jimin whining in desperate need of more. In a frenzy, Namjoon slicks up his throbbing cock and drags Jimin upright, kissing him deeply.

As their lips collide, Namjoon guides Jimin's hands to grip him tightly as he spreads his legs wide. With a primal growl, Namjoon enters Jimin with force, watching in awe as his husband’s thick cock stretches his tight hole to its limits. Sweat glistens on their foreheads as they both pant heavily from the intense pleasure coursing through their bodies.

With one of Jimin's legs hooked over his strong arm and the other draped across his firm hip, Namjoon thrusts into him with purpose and force. Jimin's body responds eagerly, aching for more of Namjoon's skilled touch. He clings onto his lover, his fingers digging into his back as each powerful thrust hits him in just the right spot. Jimin can feel himself teetering on the edge, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Do you think you can come untouched for me?" Namjoon's deep, raspy voice sends shivers down Jimin's spine, intensifying the pleasure he's already feeling. "Show me how much you want it, baby. Come just like this."

With Namjoon's words urging him on, Jimin lets go and gives in to the intense pleasure building inside of him. His body trembles and quakes as he reaches his peak, unable to hold back any longer under Namjoon's skilled touch. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, reaching new heights of ecstasy together.

Namjoon's fingers dig into Jimin's skin, leaving red marks in their wake as he yanks him closer. Their bodies collide with a force that sends them both tumbling over the edge, cries of pleasure escaping their lips as they reach their peak together. Jimin trembles with each thrust of Namjoon's cock, his insides filled with a thick heat that spreads through his body. Their chests coated with evidence of Jimin’s desire. The sensation is overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he surrenders to the intense pleasure of their love-making.

Breathless and entwined, they take a moment to catch their breath before reality comes crashing back. "We're going to be late," pants Jimin, his chest heaving as he speaks.

Namjoon's hand rubs soothingly along Jimin's hip, the sensation calming him as their lips meet in a final rush of pleasure. With a soft groan, Namjoon pulls out of Jimin, both men feeling sticky and satisfied. Helping Jimin down from the counter, Namjoon rushes him off to the shower, eager to wash away any traces of their passionate encounter.

Returning to the kitchen, Namjoon quickly cleans up their mess with practiced efficiency. Several minutes later, the kitchen is sanitized, and Namjoon joins Jimin in the shower. He takes over washing his husband's body, reveling in their intimate closeness. A gentle smile graces his lips as Jimin returns the favor.

After a thorough cleansing and refreshing shower, the couple steps out of the steamy bathroom to dress for their looming life-changing meeting. The air feels charged with anticipation as they prepare for what lies ahead.

"Ready?" Namjoon asks, extending his hand to Jimin. A smile lights up his face, radiating warmth and assurance.

Jimin’s heart flutters at the sight, and he gladly takes Namjoon's offered hand, intertwining their fingers comfortably. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's do this, husband."

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summary: jungkook and you get in a stupid argument and make up || warnings: jungkook's drinking beer || genre: angst, fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 400

To say the apartment wasn't filled with tension right now would be a lie. You and Jungkook had gotten into an argument, truthfully, over something stupid, and the two of you were currently parted, you in the bedroom and him in the living room, just taking some space from one another.

A while passed and you'd calmed down. Not completely but you'd at least stopped crying. You took a deep breath, composing yourself before you left your room.

You slowly walked down the hallway and saw Jungkook sitting on the couch, still drinking the beer he'd poured before the argument started.

Jungkook glances at you but only momentarily, obviously still upset. You couldn't blame him and, honestly, you weren't exactly over the whole argument either.

You sit at the other end of the couch, sitting with your legs perked up, your arms wrapping around your legs as you just sit there silently, thinking.

Jungkook takes a sip from his beer before putting it on the coffee table. You glance over at him and he looks over at you, giving you a look that is basically saying "Come here."

You get up and go over to him. Neither of you says a word as he pulls you into his lap and holds you close. You hug him back as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You say, holding back tears.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook responds, seemingly holding back tears as well.

"I don't know why I got so upset. I'm sorry." You apologize once again.

"You weren't the only one who took it too far, baby." Jungkook tells you.

"I love you." You say, pulling back as you look into his eyes.

"I love you too.. so much." Jungkook says back as he leans in and kisses you. When the both of you pull away, Jungkook rests his hand on your cheek, "Let's not let this ruin our night, okay? We'll watch a movie or something, whatever you want." He then says, wanting to make you feel better.

"A movie would be nice." You respond, softly smiling at him.

Jungkook smiles back before leaning in, pressing one more kiss on your lips before pulling away. "What do you want to drink?" He then asks as he puts you down on the couch and gets up, ready to spend the rest of the night relaxing and hanging out with the love of his life.

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Run BTS – featuring Jimin

Idol!Jimin x fem!reader

Summary: Jimin’s black Run BTS outfit has you going crazy. So when he wears it when he returns from Busan, it’ll have consequences.

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot, protected sex, nipple play, handjob, fingering, bit of fluff, Jimin has one bratty moment and is a little dominant at one point, established relationship

Wordcount: ca. 1.6k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Like about 1% of the world population, you spent your Saturday watching BTS. The only difference to most others? On Monday Jimin will come home to you, like he has been doing for the past three years.

As you watch him dance to Run BTS in that all black outfit, you can hardly wait for that to happen.

You work until 5 on Monday and pack your stuff quickly at the end of the day. Chances are he’ll already be home by now.

All the ride home on the metro you don’t think of anything but the black shirt flying up and revealing his bronze skin, or the way the leather pants were just loose enough to leave a little to the imagination. And to make it easier to move, of course.

You bite your lip. Practicality wasn’t on you mind when you first saw that outfit. It has taken you 3 days to come up with that.

The walk to your home is only five minutes from the station. You speed walk, earning a raised eyebrow from a lady walking her dog.

In the elevator, you’re very impatient, shuffling your feet, shifting to handbag from one hand to the other.

Finally, the doors slide open, and you hurry along the corridor. Seconds later, you’ve unlocked the door and push it open. The hallway is empty. You slip out of your shoes and drop your handbag. A sliver of light comes out from under the bedroom door, which is closed.

You walk over there and press down the handle gently. If Jimin is asleep, you don’t want to wake him.

Jimin sits on the made bed, one leg bent, scrolling through his phone. He’s engrossed in something on the phone and doesn’t notice you. That gives you time to look him up and down properly.

You’re doomed.

He’s wearing the black Busan outfit. From your point of view, it’s hard to tell, but it looks like the shirt is not buttoned.

You sigh, imagining running your hands over his torso. Perhaps tracing his “Nevermind” tattoo.

Jimin turns his head, looking mildly surprised.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I tried to be quiet. I thought you might be asleep.”

Jimin holds out his arms, the phone still in one hand.

“Come here babe. Let me hug you.”

You’re very willing to do that. You crawl onto the bed and sink into his arms. And yes, you were right. The shirt is not buttoned.

With your cheek against his bare chest, you feel very happy.

“I’ve missed you”, Jimin whispers into your hair.

“I’ve missed you too, honey.”

You place your hand on his chest and feel the powerful muscles underneath. Your fingers slide down a little to draw circles around his nipple. His stomach muscles start tensing as you keep doing it.

Jimin’s head drops back, away from your hair. You take his nipple between your thumb and index finger and give it a twist and tuck.

“Babe…”

“Stop or keep going?”

“Keep going.”

So you do. You’ve always loved that he has sensitive nipples and isn’t weird about you touching them. Unlike one or another guy you’d dated before him.

You shift position so that you can straddle him. His dark, sexy eyes meet yours. His beautiful lips are slightly parted.

You keep playing with his nipple as you place kisses and little bites along his jawline and down his neck. Jimin moans throatily. Good indication that he’s into it. If the bulge in his pants hadn’t already given that away.

You spread your legs a little more and slide your hand under your dress’s skirt to draw circles on your clit.

When you withdraw your hand from Jimin’s nipple, he whines. His slightly absent eyes return to you. Your slide your hands to his bulge and rub your flat hand over it. Jimin moves his hips in synch with your touch for maximum friction.

In the meantime, the circles on your clit make your thighs shake.

“Help me open this”, you say, pointing at the front of his pants.

“How about I take over from you. Then you have two free hands to open them.”

His eyes glisten darkly and dangerously as he looks at you, the corner of his mouth drawing up into one of his devilish smirks.

You withdraw your hand from under your dress and get to work opening the pants. What first looked complicated is actually quite straightforward. As soon as they’re open, Jimin’s hand disappear under your dress.

He pushes your underwear aside, runs his fingers from your clit to your entrance and gathers some of your wetness. He moves back to your clit and starts drawing patterns in exactly the right spot. You press your hips forward into his fingers.

With his pants out of the way you push away his boxers and can finally close your hand around his dick. The tip leaks some more precum as you draw your thumb over it. Jimin throws his head back and sucks in a breath.

You adjust your grip and start moving your hand up and down his length. The velvety skin feels wonderful. You keep the rhythm slow for the time being.

Jimin’s touch makes your toes curl. You almost let go of his dick as you approach your high. His movements remain steady, even as he moans due to your touch.

“Jiminah”, you whine, writhing and bucking your hips. You lean against his shoulder as your walls contract, and you’re pushed over the edge.

He starts to withdraw his hand once your high slowly abate, but you take it and push it further under your dress. He swirls his fingers around your entrance.

“Oh, babe, you’re wet.” He sinks one finger into you. You push yourself down on it. It feels so nice. “And relaxed. Do you want more?”

You nod. He adds another finger, moving them in you gently. You move your hips along. It feels good, but not filling enough.

“Please Jiminah, can I…” You eye his dick, your hand still wrapped around it. His eyes are heavily lidded, his pupils nearly as big as his irises. Another smile is curling his lips upwards.

“You have my permission to use me in whatever way you want.”

You instantly let go of his dick, open the drawer next to the bed and get out a condom. You roll it on quickly. All the while, Jimin’s fingers keep moving in you. Your stomach muscles tighten, but you breathe through it.

“Take your hand away, please.”

He doesn’t. A playful smile plays across his features. Instead, he hits you g-spot. Your back arches and you let go of his dick.

“Jiminah.”

But he keeps hitting your g-spot instead of sliding out. You bite your lip.

“Please honey”, you plead. “I need more.”

“You want me to fill you up properly?”

“Yes. Please.”

His fingers disappear and he pulls you forward, practically lifting you up. You help until you’re right above his dick. You grab it and position it at your entrance.

You sigh as you slowly sink down on him. His girth feels heavenly.

Jimin pulls you into a fiery kiss as you move up and down, rotating your hips in a way that feels nice for you and you know he likes. As you increase your speed, moans from both of you mix into the kiss.

Slowly, your legs turn into jelly. You can’t keep up the speed.

“Get on all fours, babe”, Jimin whispers.

You slide off him and turn around until you’re on your hands and knees. Jimin comes up behind you, bunches up the dress around your waist and runs his hands over your ass. He slaps your ass. You inhale sharply. It doesn’t really hurt, but it stings a bit.

“I love your ass, babe”, he says, running his hand over the stinging spot. You merely manage a hum as an answer.

His dick slides between your legs, rubbing against your clit. You throw your head back and whine.

“I want you to play with your clit, okay?”

“Okay.”

You bring your fingers to your clit as he takes his dick away and starts sliding back into you. You push your hips back, so he gets where you need him more quickly.

His thrusts are deep and slow, driving you nuts as he rubs against your g-spot while you rub your clit. The combination is heaven.

It doesn’t take long until you feel another high coming. Your walls start tightening around him more frequently.

“Babe, you almost there?”

“Yeah.”

His thrusts become faster, slightly less deep. He still hits your g-spot every time. Your arms give out as the orgasm washes over you. Your face hits the mattress.

“Almost there. Hold tight”, Jimin breathes.

You push your elbows into the mattress, so he gets enough friction as the waves of your orgasm slowly ebb away.

Jimin’s fingers dig into your hips as he bottoms out, releasing in you. You can feel him pulse. He leans forward and places a kiss on your shoulder.

“I like your outfit, by the way. I’ve been thinking about it since you sent me that picture on Friday.”

“You like the outfit or me in the outfit”, Jimin teases, his breathing still labored.

“Your thighs in those pants and the shirt flying around while you danced. You could have just gone without, to be honest.”

“Only for you, babe.”

You turn your head and meet Jimin’s eyes. He winks at you.

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